Yesterdays entry about the paddling and the cup itself was probably a little boring. after all, there was only sports and no hoochie mamas shaking their booties. Hopefully I will do something about that with this entry. enjoy.
This weekend is the second most busy weekend of the year in the entire Whitsundays, both by day and by night.
even though they only had a single stage and only three regular bars/clubs here, it really felt like the good ol' Blues Festival back home. They had closed off part of the street and had street vendors selling food, tshirts and other stuff you would regret buying after a week.
I went out for a couple of drinks every night of the festival. because I worked on friday and sunday I mostly took it pretty calm and only had about three to five beers every night.
Some interesting things happened throughout the weekend though. I met up with Sarah, fellow instructor, and her two brothers on friday night. They are all from Scotland, and I thought Sarah had a pretty strong accent. that was until I met her brothers. I can understand almost everything of what they are saying when we are all sober and there's not much background noise. There is something completely different when we've had a couple of beers and we are listening to a band. it was quite funny. It was just like Robin Williams's standup act when he is talking about scots. It was brilliant.
me: "So Chris.. what do you think of the band? do you like them?"
Chris: "Aye! 's arrhight, boh aye fhin… *something something*…perdy fukn laldy..*something*… idn'it?
Me:"eeh… come again please?"
Chris: "Aye! 's arrhight, boh aye fhin… *something something*…perdy fukn laldy..*something*… idn'it?
Me:" eehh… alright!
I just had to smile and wave probably one-third of the time I was talking to them.
After midnight I decided to go home, but before I made it all the way I met some friends. they convinced me to join them at this after party. I wasn't too keen on drinking more, but I joined them anyway. Besides.. they lived about 35 meters away from my door. I could hear some familiar blues melodies as I took off my shoes and entered. Three guys were playing instruments and singing the blues. it was great. and the three of us coming in were the only ones there. They played famous blues songs like "blue M&Ms are better than green", "Cucumberhead" and many more. One guy was playing the guitar, another the harmonica and the last dude was improvising a didgeridoo out of a vacum cleaner tube. hehe.. Even though the guys had been drinking for a while they were still pretty good.
Sunday night was the best night for sure. all the paddlers were done with the races and they all went out to party. The closed off street was packed with people and the crowd was jumping from about eight o'clock at night. One of the teams that took part in this weekend was called up on stage to dance in front of the rest of the audience. I think I might start outrigging…
Halfway through the night I was talking to one of my former students, when suddenly the guy in front of us threw a tequila shot over his shoulder and almost hit me in the face. luckily it only hit my shirt. I looked over his shoulder as we yelled, and he immediatly appologized to us. he was very sorry and it was an honest mistake. he just didn't want to drink any more shots that people bought him. He asked us if we wanted drinks, and we tried to decline. Seconds later he was back with not only one drink for the two of us, but he also had about eight extra drinks with him that he also gave us.
oh the horrible fate. It turned out that he played in the warmup band and he got the drinks for free. good night. and I also got the day off on monday because of bad weather and no bookings. even better.